Dear Diary, today is end of November. I used to like Christmas season but now it’s just scary because it’s more like the end of the year. I’m still in my shell and can’t find any advantages of myself. I wish I was confident. It’s currently seven twenty in the morning. I woke up middle of the night at two am and went washroom once. I thought I had slept more. I am still laying on my bed and at the same time I am worrying if i fall asleep again.
Why person in jail had to wear horizontal stripe? I imagine it looks like plaid when they are seen from outside.
I went to karaoke alone yesterday. And sang one hour. It’s really good to sing out loud sometime.
Now I’m sleepy at the same time my heart is beating too fast. I should sit on my bed at least but I also want to stay in this warmth of blanket.
Okay I sit on my bed. But still sleepy. And I can’t continue to write. Okay breath deep and woke my brain up!
I am going to see my doctor again. He’s strict. So I’m little nervous.